You're gonna love my nuts!

A couple of weeks ago, I had my annual (much needed) retreat with the Kansas Troublemakers - a group of my eight favorite quilters, two of whom fly in from Kansas for the event.

Ok. So during the late night/early morning hours, after several of Mandy's Bourbon Slushes, I mentioned how our family had decided to have an "As Seen on TV" Christmas this year - the brainchild of my 15 year old daughter. We started talking about the useless items hawked on tv in the middle of the night, when I mentioned Vince of "ShamWow" fame, and his new Slap Chop.
I found a video of his commercial Here

One thing led to another and we found all kinds of things like sandpaper-like pads that scrape the hair off your legs, cheese graters that double as heel-smoothers, sleep aids for the well-endowed, and even decorative n***** covers. We were however, able to restrain ourselves from ordering anything. That night.

But I digress.

Yesterday, I received this fabric postcard from Mandy, one of the KS Troublemakers (now known as Sew-Ho's):


Thanks Mandy - I LOVE it!

Going Postal

This is the result of 6 hours(!) struggling through a fabric postcard workshop offered by our guild. I live in a very snug quilting box, and this was somewhat outside of it. While everyone else was laughing and enjoying the process, I was in a total stressed out sweat over it. I don't know what it is that makes me:
1) so rigid and inflexible
and
2) want to even try to get out of my box

My friend and fellow Sew-Ho Susi has a box, too. My box is here, and hers is the rest of the world. She came to the next guild meeting with a box of postcards, tied up with ribbons into sets of 9. I had one (1). I wish I could be more like her...just let loose and go with it!
Maybe part of it is because I was raised in a convent (literally), and letting loose wasn't allowed. Or maybe it's just me. You'd think I'd be used to it by now. But it still makes me want to go postal.